Happy Solar Head-bobby thingy

Yep, the solar head bobby thingy in my room is finally bobbing again.

It has to be placed on a totally flat surface before it actually works and finally after i dunno how long...

its moving again!

Anyways, feeling pretty tired these days since the finals is coming and stuff

and if you actually read about the counselling sessions Evelyn has been writing about, even I feel the pressure from it..

sure I walk in and talk crap with the dude but still there is only so many issues I can think of...

pretty glad that it will be ending soon and hell no I aint gonna be continuing. 

Finals are coming, so that adds to the extra stress. Bet everyone says this but, heck i'll say it again

time is passing so fast. 

Till I think of anything else to blog about,

YJ

Thanksgiving = Food = Good *:)

Shed A Tear - RyanHiga & friends

I didn't come up with this equation. It was Kyian, the emcee for the night, who did. Very random and a hundred percent true! Everyone cheered to that. *:)

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It was staying back for approximately 4 hours after class and counselling session for this party. I would say all I anticipated was the food. They promised us turkey from Victoria Station and a very scrumptious meal in the name of a Thanksgiving party! That should, or must be able to satiate my cravings for delicious food.

Kudos to American Eagle club, which was kind enough to take up the job of organizing this event. And also, they were also 'kind' enough to leave us salivating for godknowshowlong with the nicely planned agenda by implementing loads of suspense in it.

Oh and while I was watching the performances, it hit me that I am actually in a Thanksgiving party and not other else. Of the seven performances that they had that night, four of them are Indian performances. I'm not being racist, but what has Indian dances got to do with Thanksgiving? Though I especially enjoy the performance by the lecturers. hawt!

Another performance was by an African dude who self-proclaimed as an adopted son? of Jabbawockeez, the kick-ass awesome dance crew. Well, he's definitely got some cool moves over there, but his style? Way out of a Jabbawockeez's.

Besides, Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars is definitely overplayed, overrated, overdosed. Yeah the lyrics are pretty flattering and the whole world seems to be so addicted to this song. Darn! Anymore of it and i am sure going to puke. Like, SERIOUSLY! guhhh...

Finally, they let us attack the food and before Kyian gets to finish his sentence, i'm up from my sit, galloping my way to the food section. Well, I heard Cassandra saying, "wtf Evelyn?" Sorry pal, that's me :D

The food was indeed delicious. Except that they served it with some rather queer and weird tasting drink and rootbeer-taste-alike corns.

After dinner was the lucky draw plus a few more performances and the utterly hilarious broken telephone game. Never laughed so hard in my entire life till my abdomen and diaphragm hurts hell and i felt like i'm dying laughing. Its that bad. No joke.

So after that, we went to Bangsar for a drink at one of the mamaks before heading home.

 I'm a happy kid :)

EvelynLee

bubble brandy!

As you can see, the title doesn't really make any sense at all. It originates from a random conversation I had with Justin in the beautiful evening during our walk to KPD E. He started telling me how he had a friend, whose dogs' names were Bubble and Brandy (yeah there are two dogs)

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I have one thing in my mind right now, and it is bothering me, a great deal - my counseling sessions. So if you don't think you are going to be interested with it, that i'm going to talk about soon in the latter part of this post, you may close this window right now. No hard feelings since i won't know if you did it or not.

Aites. Well, initially, I signed up for these sessions with only one ultimate goal, which is to gain my bonus marks for Human Personality. And then soon after I found out that bonus points given was merely 2 marks. I stunned.

So morning started rather okay. Watched the fighting fish fight in Bio lab. Pretty amusing and scary. Never seen it before. Excuse the jakun speaking.

After that was the most dreaded counselling session with Father Philip. I really have no idea how to go through a counselling session without feeling agitated, frustrated & anxious.

The process goes in a perfect sequence, like this: Before entering the room - anxious; during the session - agitated; after the session - frustrated. Know why? The counselor freaking asks me to find problems in my life to share with him every single session we have together. I mean wth? Yet, the biggest problem is that I don't see that I currently have any major problems in my life! Damn. And he told me that he sees that i am a very bubbly, happy-go-lucky, easygoing and cheerful person.

Doesn't that just justify how I am not facing any major issues in my life because I know exactly how to manage my emotions and problems so that it doesn't affect me as much in my daily life?

Doesn't that just justify how i am not like the other problematic or imbecile clients that he may have counseled?

Doesn't that just mean that i am a very normal and positive person and should be encouraged to continue living the happy life i'm leading right now instead of trying to find a torn in my life which i don't think even exists?

Come on now. Get a grip!

Well, my current progress checklist:

- Counselling session 1

- Counselling session 2

- Counselling session 3

- Counselling session 4

One more session to go babe! And I so darn going to tell him that I really can't think of any problems I currently face in my life besides these counselling sessions. They are increasing my stress level, like, PROMINENTLY! So yeah. Go ahead and feel offended by the idea of it and ask me "why is that so? can you tell me more about it?" in that sort of Mandarin-speaking accent of yours. Bring it on. mroar

You may as well think that i'm a freak...

Evelynlpn.

panic-stricken

Smile - Uncle Kracker

As the title suggests, I am indeed, panic-stricken. ADP Department finally released the time table for our final examination and guess what? I realized its not so far from present as I initially thought it would be. With so many things in hand and so many subjects and chapters to read up on, I don't think I actually have enough time to cover everything. I'm all stressed up right now that I think I have no idea where to begin from. Need not say, my mind is all fogged and blur. I can't think straight because of this sudden attack and stress. I told my friend, Joey. Our parents think that it is really sad that many people in their time don't get to opportunity to get educated. Hold there and think again. We, this new generation, although blessed with unrestricted opportunity to pursue higher education, we get all stressed up as well. Sigh. Isn't it tough just to be a proper human at all?

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In the middle of our Research Methodology class, a few students went up to interrupt and began talking about their BPsych Annual Ball. Sounds like its some genuinely cool stuff compared to the one ADP Student Council organized. Plus, they are going to have their warm-up party at Mist Club. How cool's that? They even got the Psychology Department lecturers to perform on that night itself. Price is RM110. I think it is so gonna worth the money if anyone, anyone at all, were to attend it. Gilbert and Hiran were tempted. Amanda and I were speechless.

Sometimes, telling lies and fooling around may not be a bad thing after all. Just like how Gilbert, Amanda, Vanesse and I were fooling around with Hiran about how fun was ADP Annual Ball and the after party. We made up and exaggerated stories which didn't exist at all. Like how I got drunk and had fun with the items in the door gift (Durex condoms and sunscreens). Hiran was skeptical, obviously. It was hilarious, how we actually applied research methods on our conversation, talking about testing, re-test and reliability of our information. Had a good time laughing out loud. Life's great until after class when I got to know about the finals time table. Gah... everything just had to spoil the good moments.

It was pouring too. Managed to hop in my car just in time during the break in between two periods of heavy rain. The drive home was SCARY! Never driven in rainy days and my first time just had to be the worst. I made it home safe and sound anyway. Knocked out on the sofa but it was not for long. Still, it manage to energize and recharge my almost empty body-battery. Guess that explains why I'm still up and blogging :D 

Despite all the chaos going on in my life, something still gives me hope ♥

LeePeiNing

end,

imbecile. insecure. pathetic. paranoid.

Like all of a sudden you just left someone hanging and caused such a big fuss out of nothing? Ain't it obvious enough that this kind of childish silent treatment will only plague your loved ones? Got to stop this shit.

At the end of the day, I asked myself. Why so melodrama? I didn't know the answer to that.

Just simply feeling insecure, terrified.

I'm beginning to realize...

Just hang in there, i'm begging you.

i love you, x.

Haven't seen you for only a day

I miss you already

love &hearts,

Our Song - Taylor Swift

Just few days ago I experienced this throbbing migraine which completely burned my left brain into ashes. Excruciating much.

After giving some thoughts, I hypothesized that it could be because of the peak level of stress I experienced the night before. With Human Personality assignment due on the next day, guilt of having one of my friends stay up late to submit our then, incomplete assignment to turnitin.com and the troubles some sissy bastard has been causing.

I think at that time, I felt like I was on the verge of exploding into thousand pieces of smithereens and nobody was there to pick me up and put me back into pieces. I would be then, like a messed up jigsaw puzzle, where people will just drift past me, showing no signs of compassion

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Friday and Saturday were two consecutive days with things going on under SASA. Friday was a talk on the psychology of people's management by my beloved lecturer, Dr. Goh. He used to be my lecturer for Social Psychology and since then, I always thought he looks very much like a teddy bear, so cuddly I feel like squishing him. Yeap, its not like I have a crush on this particular lecturer but I think he's quite an eye candy for a lecturer and few of my friends actually agreed with me!

Nevertheless, Dr. Goh is such good lecturer he don't need his super cuddly looks to keep me awake. I even love the way he conducts his lectures and talks. Very professional and interesting.

Showing some signs of envy over here heh... But its true. *shows straight face*

On Saturday itself was the highly anticipated SASA Awards Day. Well, kinda.

Because this is when we give out certificates to our new SASA juniors of 2011 who will then, lead the SASA team besides to the SASA seniors of 2010.

Time to step down folks. We're old already.

Basically, everything went well and I got a scroll with my certificates in it, just like everyone else. So niceeee... but, what am I supposed to do with it? Clueless *shrugs*

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Yesterday, I was supposed to wrap up all the ohistillhavelotsoftimetocompletemyassignment feeling and begin to work on the remaining parts of my Western Philosophy assignment. Alas, after having breakfast out at Kayu Nasi Kandar with my aunt, who left to Singapore after breakfast, uncle lizard and wife came over to my place to pick up something and dragged us out to Sunway Pyramid. I thought, oh maybe its a good opportunity for me to just scout for my dress and heels for ball on Friday. So I tagged along.

After lots of strolling around, trying out many dresses and heels, proceeded with looking at some really pretty looking winter trench (they leaving for Scotland on Tuesday), my mind sort of drifted away from the real intention of me being there. I actually felt like ditching ADP ball, ditching assignments, ditching classes, ditching everything pending in my to-do-list to go to some winter country. With them to Scotland would be great :)

Lunch at Fullhouse was a little less than satisfying. I would say the food there is just ordinary. Not worth the price I paid for. Though, I would suggest you try going there on weekdays instead where they have the super deals for set lunch, I think that is worth it. Headed to Coffee Bean for some really nice scones, muffins, cheesecake and of course, ice blended hazelnut coffee. mmm...

I was eventually stuffed in the end :D

Went home empty handed while mum got herself a nice blouse with a really sweet pink tone. I would say I have decided on the dress and heels and reserved it. Gonna go get it on Wednesday cause it would be then, cheaper! *:)

Happy feeling was not short-lived. It even endured past the struggles I went through in completing my Philosophy assignment. I am still a happy child. *smiles smiles*

Lovely,

feather bubbles;

Dear Journal,

Mood: Rejuvenated, Hopeful

Weather: Gloomy

Song: Footprints in the Sand by Leona Lewis

And so they say, when you plan something, it doesn't always work out. So yesterday, I planned to blog as soon as I get home after dinner. Who knows. Headache since I reached college and it had gotten the best of me by dinner time. I was practically zombified by the time I showered and just crashed on my bed and knocked out. Well, kinda. At least I had some really nice dream with a pretty awkward and weird ending but that was besides the point.

12.30am...

Oh damn I woke up to this extremely bad migraine. I thought if I try to fall back into sleep, the pain will eventually fade away as I fall into slumber land. I was wrong. The pain was so extreme that I found myself whining in agony. I crawled over my sister and fell on the floor, trying to balance myself in the midst of the excruciating experience. The same thing kept on replaying at the back of my head - I need pills. I need pills. panadol... I NEED PANADOL... yet, all I was capable of doing was to sit there and trying to coordinate my muscles to my limbs. It was incredibly frustrating and I felt so helpless. mroar

I was more than relief when I heard my mum descending that flight of stairs. The rhythm as her sole landed on the wooden planks sounded like orchestra to me. So melodious. Well, at least she can help me find the right medicine I needed and save all the troubles that are gonna cause me if I were to look for it myself.

So I took my Panadol and dragged my footsteps back into my room and once more, collapsed in those warm sheets while my head continued to hurt. Oh, not to mention I teared, involuntarily. :'(

It was about fifteen till half an hour later till the medicine finally took effect and almost immediately, I fell back into deep sleep. Wasn't easy at all.

5.10am...

I woke up, almost like how those possessed people will when they suddenly open their eyes wide when sleeping and spent the next 2 hours with my eyes wide open. However, I was glad that the migraine was then, history and my heart was silent and peace. I grew tired of staying awake on bed in a horizontal position and fell asleep again zzzZZZ

Looking back, unfortunate events are not always negative and passive. At least, it gave me another thing to blog about. Doesn't it?

Today, someone brightened my day by giving me this...

"Hope this brightens your day! Go brighten someone else's!" :) :)

Toodleloo~

Evelyn

raindrops, sunshine

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Had a philosophical conversation with daddy over the dinner table just now, left me deep in contemplation.

One suggestion from daddy that the universe we live in, could probably be one mere atom of a greater being gives me the chills.

Isn't it scary that something's out there even though we are not aware of and that we are not alone in this universe?

Isn't it scary that if one bigger thing has to contain a smaller thing, this universe is a never ending thing as things gets bigger and bigger to contain bigger things to smaller things?

These thinking of the bigger picture simply make our daily problems and rantings very insignificant as we are just living our petty and pathetic life with many complains.

Isn't it good if our minds just remain in stagnation since young? Oh i wish...

Anyway, was reading Amanda's blog when I came across this analogy fun we had a few months back which i didn't have a chance to post it up. I'll just extract it from her blog. Can't really recall the exact thing anyway...

So here goes:

June 3rd

On the way to lunch, someone made a romantic analogy I thought absurd, so I was like 'that doesn't connect, it's as bad as 'you'll be the tree and i'll be the monkey' and somehow the analogy game began.

It started out relatively harmless, like

"You'll be the fish, I'll be the chips"

"You'll be short-sightedness, I'll be the glasses"

"You'll be the spaghetti, I'll be the sauce"

"You'll be the soil, I'll be the earthworm"

"You'll be the leaf, I'll be the toad" (What the?) et cetera <-- i remember saying that

Basically anything complementary that came into mind.

And then everything went downhill from there

"You'll be the poop, I'll be the toilet" (talk about killing the vibe)

"You'll be the ass, I'll be the panties" Eve came up with this. Naughty naughty

"You'll be the ****, I'll be the ******" kk completely censored. Deemed inappropriate for public knowledge. <-- I still remember this. :)

Lol okay i'm taking forever to complete this post. I don't know what else to say. So, till then~

Some stardust to remember you by...

Love.

Invisible.

2012 - Jay Sean ft Nicki Minaj

Quote of the day : Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all. - Sam Ewing

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Something i don't always do, i'm doing it right now. Surprisingly. Blogging in the morning.

But, unlike the normal days too, i am very much energetic and hyped up albeit the mere four hours of sleep. I realized, the more sleep i get, the more tired i become (not in the long run though).

Yesterday night, I was feeling utterly frustrated and easily agitated by little things. As i was working on the assignment, myriad thoughts flashed past my mind, whether relevant or not.

Woot! Very tempted to write a piece of emotional, heartfelt and depressing post but the consequences are rather obvious and severe. Loved ones getting worried, anxious questions asked and perhaps some judgemental glances - oh this girl is having her pre-menstrual syndrome again, and she said it doesn't exist in her dictionary. pffttt...

Anyway, was working on Human Personality assignment the whole night till 6 in the morning. Though not quite efficient, as in the progress of it was very very slow, but i managed to finish my part. Just tell me how to be fast when there are just so many sources out there that you can refer to, all you aren't sure whether reliable or not, yet you have no other choices but to refer to them, and the frustrating citations you have to include when you have no idea on how to do it even. It is very frustrating you know...

Nevertheless, being in the mood saved it all. Fortunately, I had a thing going on in me, some sort of drive that says yes to staying up late to complete the assignment, something that kept me motivated the whole night. Of course, my playlist was being very helpful keeping my eyelids from closing down and also keeping my brain from shutting down on me. *:)

Guh I finally gotten back my Human Personality midterm marks and I felt like plunging down from the 9th floor I was at when I checked it. My heart sank the moment I saw my results. I think this is probably my worst result ever. EVER. I'm just so worried about my grades now.

Ish... There's just so many things out there to complete, yet so little time. Now I have two new wishes to be added to my wishlist whenever the clock strikes 11.11 or 1.11:

- I wish I can actually smile or grin every time I get back my results.

- I wish God gives me 48 hours a day to complete my things. I don't mind 48 hours days on normal occasions too! cause I will get to spend more more more time with you, stare stare stare at you. I know I know this is a very ridiculous and childish wish. but everyone has the right to wish for what they want, regardless whether their wishes come true or not.

I'm sorry for the lousy rants here cause I'm pretty sure 80% of the people reading this don't give a damn about what's going through my mind and how imbecile a kid i am being.

No, more like I doubt anyone will actually waste 3 minutes of their precious time reading the craps i wrote.

As for people who blogwalks: *clicks on my link, reads the first few sentences, sees where this post is leading to, 'oh another bitch rant', closes page* Ah so predictable...

EvelynLeePeiNing.